Fridge Hum

[verse 1]
Three a.m., ceiling's got a map of cracks I know by heart
Phone says two percent, I let it die, that's fine
The kitchen's glowing softly down the hall
The compressor clicks, like it's checking in on me

[chorus]
The fridge hums low, a lullaby of chrome
Keeps the milk cold while my mind runs warm
It hums, it hums, the only sound that stays
Counting the cycles till the day breaks
Counting the cycles till the day breaks

[verse 2]
I memorized its rhythm, the little sigh before the swell
My thoughts spin like a ceiling fan in an empty hotel
The streetlight paints an orange square across the bed
I watch the curtain breathing like it's sleeping instead

[chorus]
The fridge hums low, a lullaby of chrome
Keeps the milk cold while my mind runs warm
It hums, it hums, the only sound that stays
Counting the cycles till the day breaks

[bridge]
Maybe if I'm still enough, I'll hear the morning come
Maybe rest was never something you could chase
The light in the icebox flickers on
Like a promise I keep making to myself

[chorus]
The fridge hums low, a lullaby of chrome
Keeps the milk cold while my mind runs warm
It hums, it hums, the only sound that stays
Counting the cycles till the day breaks

[outro]
It hums, it hums
First birds outside, five-something a.m.
It hums, it hums
And finally I let it sing me in